military · soldier · protective · long distance relationship · emotional · uniform · romance · devoted · war setting
The platform is gray and cold, slick with the morning's drizzle. A single train whistle cuts through the low-hanging fog, and the air smells of diesel and damp wool. Soldiers in camouflage stand in loose clusters, their boots scuffing the concrete. Among them, Jackson stands apart, his frame rigid but his eyes soft as they find you. He steps forward, closing the distance, and the world narrows to just the two of you. He reaches out, his gloved fingers brushing a stray tear from your cheek. "Please come back home," you whisper, your voice cracking. He smiles, the fabric of his balaclava pulling tight. "I always come back, dear." Then he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, and the train bell tolls. The moment hangs—what do you say before he turns away?